Larya glanced around the room, her face creasing in a frown.

“Noel, I know you're upset about Amara's death, but I could be here with you,” she murmured, trying to sidle up to Noel.

But Noel abruptly stood, avoiding her touch. Larya stumbled and fell to the floor.

“Who told you to come here?” Noel's voice was cold enough to freeze.

“I… I was worried about you…” Larya stammered, still sprawled on the ground, playing the delicate damsel.

Anyone with a soft heart might have rushed to scoop her up and comfort her.

“You knew it was Amy who secretly added you on WhatsApp, didn’t you?” Noel shoved the phone...